Qi Tianyu was somewhat freaking out.
The eagerly anticipated bed of roses had turned into pink roses.
It was like him waiting expectantly by the birthing room, only for the doctor to substitute his soft, fragrant, fair-skinned daughter with a lump of coal.
Su Yinwan and Shang Shaojing didn't have much of a reaction.
After all, they hadn't chosen the seeds or started the planting.
But to gain sympathy, Su Yinwan still made an appropriately disappointed and surprised expression.
"Ah, it turned out to be roses? Well, it's almost the same. Roses and true roses look alike, and roses are also very pretty."
As she said this, she purposefully looked towards the camera and winked at Qi Tianyu.
"Qi, don't be sad. When I return to the Capital, I'll send you a big bouquet of true roses."
The live chat praised Su Yinwan for her thoughtfulness.
But Qi Tianyu couldn't muster a smile.